The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 149 Security

Amid the sirens, Chen Shan was escorted into the police car.

On the way back, Zhong Kui looked out the window and suddenly said slowly, "Ask whatever questions you want to ask."

Qi Fei hesitated for a long time to speak.

"Then I'll ask you, don't try to fool me with fortune-telling." Qi Fei held the steering wheel and glanced at Zhong Kui quickly.

"So that's it." Zhong Kui smiled slightly. Before Qi Fei could speak, she already knew what he was going to ask and said, "It's actually very simple. I just transferred five million in cash to his account. If he wants to withdraw it, he has to go through the bank's fingerprint verification.

I saw a medical certificate from Nancheng Hospital at his home, but it had expired. People are path-dependent, and since he's so greedy, he definitely rushed to the hospital to get the certificate without hesitation.

I gave the bank a note that if I didn't withdraw the money yesterday, the transfer would be cancelled.

Of course he would fall into the trap and come to Nancheng Hospital."

When Qi Fei heard this, his heart tightened. This method was too familiar - Ying Shuigen was also bitten to death by a poisonous snake because someone took advantage of his greedy nature.

However, when he thought about this, his brain began to fog uncontrollably, as if he had suddenly entered a deep forest where he was lost and could no longer think of anything.

A faint voice came from the side of Zhong Kui: "If we don't turn now, we'll have to take a long detour, okay?"

Her words pulled him back to reality from his lost thoughts, but it also seemed to pull him from the right direction to an insignificant side road...

Qi Fei looked at Zhong Kui beside him in confusion. A few drops of rain fell and the wipers on the car window rose and fell automatically.

The light from the passing street lamps made Zhong Kui's face flicker.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Kui asked, looking ahead.

"Why, do you feel a little strange..." Qi Fei muttered.

"Maybe it's just the snake shadow on Jiangting Island that has weakened your sense of security?" Zhong Kui's rosy lips curled up slightly.

Qi Fei didn't think any more and drove towards the police station in the drizzle of Nancheng...
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Qi Dongjun paused as Zhong Kui's stiletto heels tapped against the marble floor of the Qi Group's rooftop. Torrential rain shone like a curtain of water on the French windows, casting an uncertain light on the ring on his ring finger.

Qi Dongjun took off his glasses and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him: "You asked me out?"

"Yes."

"You said you were Xihe's friend?"

"Yes."

Qi Dongjun laughed after hearing this: "I'm sorry for talking like that. I have to send you away."

Zhong Kui seemed to have anticipated Qi Dongjun's reaction. He took out a marble from his pocket and placed it steadily on Qi Dongjun's desk.

The light from the window cast a dazzling spot on the marbles, which formed a dazzling spot on the table. The spot of light fell on Qi Dongjun's eyes, causing ripples to form, and he almost burst into tears because of excitement.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Mr. Qi, do you have time to listen to a story? A story about Xihe." Zhong Kui's light-colored pupils were as cold as ice as he stared at the person in front of him.

Qi Dongjun sat down again: "Of course, I have rescheduled all the things for the afternoon, there is plenty of time." He gave a look, and Lu Man left tacitly and closed the office door.

Zhong Kui sat elegantly opposite Qi Dongjun, took out a hairband and tied her long black hair behind her head, then took out a pair of frameless glasses from her bag and put them on, and sighed softly: "Oh, this makes me feel much more comfortable."

She extended her fair hand and said, "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Zhong Xiaoyu, a PhD in psychology from Stanford University and Xi He's former attending physician."

"Impossible, you are not among the doctors I hired." Qi Dongjun's suspicion was unreserved.

Zhong Xiaoyu chuckled. "Of course, I took over the Xihe case in XX. I think he had already fled Nancheng by then. I came here today to help you fill in the blanks about Xihe during those years."

"So, he went to the White City..."

"Yes, I know nothing about his affairs in Nancheng, just as you know nothing about what happened to him later."

"What is he doing in White City?"

"Looking for me." Zhong Xiaoyu pushed his glasses and said.

"Do you know her?" Qi Dongjun couldn't help but be confused. In the eighteen years that he had been in charge of Xihe, he had never seen the woman in front of him.

"Of course not, he read my book." Zhong Xiaoyu said, pushing a book to Qi Dongjun's hand. Qi Dongjun took a look and saw that the title was "The Illusion of Split: The Boundary of Psychological Defense".

"He came to me with my book, and expressed his agreement and appreciation for the views in the book without hesitation. However, for me, I care more about his words and deeds. Although he looks decent and responsive, and his intelligence and emotional intelligence are far beyond ordinary people, but..." Zhong Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly looked at Qi Dongjun, "This makes me have to be on guard. This person has a serious illness that ordinary mental patients cannot have. I tested him, and once I challenged his views, he showed his true colors. This person with an extreme desire for control was unwilling to tolerate this provocation. His calm demeanor began to become helpless, and he even knocked over the water glass I handed him.

Despite this, she was still attracted by his confidence, which was comparable to her own, but she subconsciously ignored the bottomless haze in his eyes that seemed to be glowing.

He was so confident that he didn't even hide his name. He said his name was Xihe. Xihe..."

When he heard this, Qi Dongjun trembled all over. It had been a long time since he heard this name from a stranger.

"Xihe..." Zhong Xiaoyu repeated, "What a nice name, very poetic... I wonder which genius's parents gave him such a name, just like his handsome appearance, as if everything is practicing the eternal truth of this world - the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

At that time, I thought I understood all the principles of this world and that I had enough expectations of this person - she knew that the more dazzling a person looked, the more difficult it would be to deal with a seriously ill patient.

When he knocked over the water glass, I realized that the person in front of me was not just here to express his admiration for me. This high-functioning antisocial personality thinks he is the master of everything. He is his own God, and God will not show weakness.

Even so, I knew he was suffering deep in his heart, and he saw my book, which made him see the possibility of being saved.

He couldn't make a clear appeal to me for help, so he could only attract my attention by expressing his approval of my work."

(End of this chapter)